A/N: Last chapter in this part of the series ... there will be a third part of the series coming up once I've worked out a few kinks ... literally ;-)

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"And for how long,

I love my lover..."

-Ed Sheeran 'I'm a Mess'.

She was too fucking much for him to resist. Draco kept pushing her, and she kept taking it. She was just as fucked up as he was. Each time, he took things one step further, thinking that would be her breaking point, but she took it all and asked him for more. She was going to be the death of him.

Draco was either going to fuck her until he died from exhaustion, or Weasley was going to find out and kill him. Either way, it was all going to be because of her. He had never in his life spent the entire weekend locked away in his room having sex with the same girl over and over, but that's exactly what they did, from that Friday night until Sunday morning.

They fucked, stopped long enough to rest, and then started again. Only ever leaving the room to get food, drinks, or to use the bathroom. They slept, woke up, and then did it all again.

Draco knew she had to be sore by now because every muscle in his body was throbbing, but even then, he couldn't fucking stop. She was nowhere on his radar a few weeks ago, thinking he would never get the opportunity... and now he couldn't bring himself to pull out of her. Every drop of himself pouring into her.

She controlled his mind and body. If she was near, he couldn't stop touching her, kissing her. Even when they slept, they were touching. That weekend was going down in the books as the weekend that Draco officially lost himself. The weekend when his life changed.

Sunday morning rolled around, and they were both so sore they could barely move. They had a quick breakfast in bed, then cuddled up to go back to sleep. When they woke, they finally had to pull apart. They both got dressed, and even though they were happy about the way they spent the weekend, they were both a little sad to be leaving the world they had created: a world where it was just them and nobody else.

Hermione looked at him from over her shoulder as she fastened her shoe. "Will you come to me tonight?" she asked him as he leant down and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

"Bloody hell, Granger ... are you trying to kill me off?" he asked her with a smile. "I mean, I've got the stamina but ... you're insatiable." He drew her up into his arms for a long, passionate kiss.

Draco felt Hermione melt into his arms; something she had done so many times during this weekend. It was like she had given herself to him completely and stopped holding back. He had been so close over the course of the weekend to just blurting his feelings out to her, getting them out into the open.

He hadn't of course... but he still couldn't put his finger on where her openness had come from suddenly. He wanted to question it, but felt if he did then she would shut him off, just as he was starting to make progress outside of their physical attraction.

Draco was dying to own her mind. He needed that so badly ... to consume her as completely as she did him. To make her think of nothing else ... he was so selfish but he didn't care. He just wanted her. He wanted her to want him.

It was burning him alive.

Hermione pulled back from the kiss with a sigh. "We need to talk ..." she put her eyes down, not looking at him. "Tonight, might be our last chance..."

Draco felt like a bucket of ice water had been thrown in his face.

This was it. The time he had been pushing to the back of his mind for the past two weeks;

Today was their last.

At 7.30pm Draco flooed himself into Hermione Grangers small flat for the last time. She was already waiting for him, stood in the middle of the room, playing with her fingers nervously.

They didn't need that, not now. He wanted to savour every moment with her if this was to be their last. He wanted to see her smile and hear her laugh. He wanted to see her eyes light up and her cheeks flush. He wanted conversation and banter ... he just wanted her.

"He comes back tomorrow." She told him, biting her lip.

That lip was his. That would always be his lip. The one that brought him so many sordid thoughts and pent up tension. That lip was part of his fevered day dreams and always had been.

"Then we make tonight count." He told her, walking up to her and taking her body in his. "Because if I can't have you after this, then I want to remember every single part of you."

Her eyes held so much warmth, he couldn't stand it. He almost wanted to believe that she felt the same way that he did, but he knew there was no way that she was going to leave Weasley. Astoria had given him an easy way out ... a coward's way out. Hermione Granger was no coward.

She would see her relationship through with Ron Weasley until the bitter end, because she wasn't a quitter. That's just who she was.

So this was it. After this, her touch would only be a memory. He suddenly wished that he had stopped to savour the moments enough ... not been so lost in her and their passion for each other that he hadn't slowed down the tempo to take in the tiny details.

Like the gleam in her eyes and the expression on her face when he entered her for the first time. The way she said his name, like it was the most important thing in the world. The way her hair would fall down her neck and back as she moved towards him. The way her nose brushed against his playfully when she cupped his face.

All those little things ... they were little, until they were taken away. And now he craved to see them... just one more time. Watch her come undone for him. Savour the view and pocket the memories away for another day.

He wanted to be devoured by her presence. One more time.

Draco's head moved forwards and his lips moved softly with hers for several long moments before his tongue demanded entrance. His eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the way she stirred the emotions inside of his body. It felt like everything was going numb and began to tingle to the point of tickling.

Every nerve ending lit up and burned bright. Hermione was holding on tight around his neck, and when she jumped up against him, and he caught her with two hands on her arse. Without her having to ask or be told, he walked them into her bedroom without putting her down and lowered them to the bed. Draco caught her smiling to herself as he kissed his way down her body.

His hips were grinding against her already, and neither of them had lost their clothes yet. His strong hands massaged her body as his lips kissed lower, pushing and pulling clothing out of the way.

When he ripped off her jeans, he slid two fingers inside of her, and his tongue flicked against her aching clit. Hermione's eyes fluttered closed at the same time that her lips parted with a heavy gasp.

Remember that gasp ... the flutter of her eyelashes ...

Draco moaned as her hips began lifting on their own, moving back and forth with his tongue. He never wanted to separate. He needed to be right where he was for the rest of his life. When Hermione's release began to build, he pulled away, leaving her hanging.

"Draco ...," she cried out as he moved back up her body.

Remember the way she says your name ...

He grinned. "What's the matter, Granger?" he asked, sliding deep inside of her, filling every last inch.

Remember the way her silk feels around you ...

She no longer complained. Her head fell back against the pillows as her eyes closed. His mouth found hers just as he began to thrust in and out of her. God, he fucking loved the way he filled her completely.

Remember how perfect she is for you ...

It was like his body was made to fit hers. It was like they were made to be a couple. He knew every spot to touch, every place to caress. Draco never thought they made much sense, but now, he couldn't see himself with any other woman. Hermione Granger was it for him.

Remember how you feel right now ... remember that when you have nothing left ...

Draco knew they should have made this quiet and quick, in case Weasley decided to make an early return, but he didn't want to. He wanted to take their time, feel every touch, every emotion that they caused one another to feel. He wanted to feel like he was being pushed to the edge of the earth, nearly ready to fall, only to be pulled back again.

He wanted that process repeated and repeated until he couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to feel like a tornado was wreaking havoc on his body. Like he never knew which direction it was going to go, which path it was going to take.

Draco loved the way she kept him on his toes, never knowing what move she was going to make or what he was going to say.

"You're so fucking perfect, Granger," he whispered against her skin. "God, just sliding into you makes me want to come undone." He thrusts inside of her again, this time deeper.

Remember the look on her face ... how she unravels for you ...

Hermione called out, causing him to repeat the move; this time, he rocked his hips when he could go no further. Her body tightened and prepared for her release.

"Draco, I'm going to come-" Hermione cried out quietly into his shoulder.

He didn't stop. "Come for me, Hermione... I want to feel you come all around me ... fuck..." he whispered, turning his head into her neck in return, getting as close to her as he could and surrounding himself with the scent of her.

Remember her smell ... never forget her smell ...

Her nails dug into his back, and she opened her mouth to let out the moan that's dying to escape, but he pressed his mouth to hers, causing her to whimper into his mouth.

Remember her passion ... it's ripping her apart ...

"Fuck," he moaned quickly just as his release built and broke free, spilling into her.

His hips stilled slowly, and he rested his head against her chest. "Your heart is pounding like fucking mad, Granger." he told her in a raspy breath.

Remember how her heart beats for you ...

Hermione giggled. "It's all for you."

Fuck. She shouldn't say things like that ... it will never be for me ...

Draco's heart splintered.

He lifted his head and looked deeply into her eyes, still deep inside of her. "Don't do this, Hermione." He asked her in a quiet, solemn voice. He knew he was going to ruin the moment but fuck, the idea of never doing this again ... it cut him like a knife. "Don't cut this off ... this is more than just our bodies connecting, and you know it."

He regretted it as soon as he saw the tears in her eyes. Shit ... he'd only been thinking of himself in this and his own needs. He hadn't even stopped to think about her and how it was affecting her and how she was living with all of this.

This thing between them wasn't as simple as just him and her and being happy together. It was a whole fucking mess up of adult shit that came with them having to live in the real world with their real-world decisions and making those decisions based on practicality, honesty and sense.

He already knew he was asking her to do the impossible, and it left a gaping hole in his heart, where he knew it could never happen.

But he had hoped ... and hope was fickle. Hope burned and pulled him into it'd fiery depths before spitting him back out and leaving him like ... like this.

Broken. Again.

"It's too much..." he heard her sob into his chest from underneath him. Draco rolled off from on top of her, cradling her to him on her bed. Holding her so close to him that he almost felt the sadness and pain emanating from her bones and working their way into his. Sharing their pain together ... the raw emotion of separating from something that was never meant to be in the first place.

"Shhh ... I'm sorry, Hermione... I'm just selfish." He whispered into her. Hair as her shoulders racked with sobs. He felt fucking awful for asking her to make that sort of sacrifice. He knew this was one-sided. He was just a selfish bastard who couldn't give her up. "...I just wanted to keep you for myself..." he admitted in a low voice, kissing the top of her head.

She looked up at him and his heart broke. "You were right, what you said..." she told him softly, wiping a tear from her eye. "It does burn."

He knew perfectly well what she meant, without her needing to explain herself further. They would always burn. They would burn forever.

He didn't say anything, he just gave her a soft kiss. Then she laid her head back against his chest so she could hear his heart shattering into a thousand pieces, all for her.

Seven Weeks Later:

Draco Malfoy knew he was a fucked-up person.

The only time he was feeling was when he was hurting. He was fucking trying, but he was finding it hard to move on. It was like her eyes had been designed just to cut through him, when he saw her at the lifts in the Atrium, as he had done so many times. And he knew that she knew that ... he just needed to own it. Own the misery and the pity and the pain.

He couldn't take the way she looked at him. Like she needed to tell him so much more than her eyes did. Like she wanted to reach out to him and unfreeze his heart... burn it.

In some masochistic way, he hoped that she was hating all of the parts she liked about him. He hoped that she wanted to pull him into her arms, but know he was out of reach. He wanted her to be going out of her mind with raw need and for him, in the same way that he was for her.

He wanted her to burn in it. He wanted her to feel the chemicals set fire to her bloodstream and engulf her in the heat, just like him.

Because it burned. It burned so badly and he couldn't take it. Couldn't stand to see her looking at him. Couldn't stand knowing that he would never feel her skin or breath in her scent again.

It was a physical loss and a mental loss. His whole body quaked under the pressure of it.

But he had to get on with it. Chest out, chin up ... fuck the world.

And it got easier. A little. Slightly more bearable. The ache was there, but he could try and ignore it ... pretend he didn't notice.

Drink helped.

Drink always helped.

And drink helped until one Thursday evening, when an Owl appeared at his living room window, pecking to be let in.

It was a letter.

A letter from her.

She needed to see him.

It made some of his broken pieces start to fit back together, if only a little.

She sat there twiddling her thumbs on the table. He noticed that she hadn't looked at him yet since he had sat down.

She had managed to save their spot in that dark, secretive corner of The Leaky Cauldron. The one that held so many different memories for him now.

He had sat down opposite her, intent on letting her be the one to talk. So far, she had only managed to look up at him twice, looking cagey and unsure both times.

Draco sighed.

Well ... if the mountain won't come to Mohammad ...

"How are you?" he asked her in a small voice, sipping on his whiskey.

Hermione glanced up at him, her eyes hooded. "I'm good... how are you?" she replied, her voice quiet and slightly timid.

Draco snorted. "Fucking awful, since you ask."

She winced.

Good.

It was her fault. If she was selfish like him then they wouldn't be here now, having this conversation at all. They'd be back at his house, doing all manner of ungodly things to each other.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have –" she went to stand, but Draco caught her hands and pulled her back down to the table.

"You've brought me here for a reason ..." he told her seriously as he looked her dead in the eye. "It's been weeks and all I've had is silence." He squeezed her hands with his. "Don't continue to hurt me, Granger ... just tell me ... whip the plaster off the wound and give it to me straight."

She was engaged.

She was moving away.

She was regretting what they did...

Or ...

She wanted him back.

She was leaving Weasley.

She needed him...

"I'm pregnant." She whispered, looking him dead in the eyes.

Now, they really were burning together.

To Be Continued ...